There was no room to put anything under the bed, so Chen Shi's large suitcase stood upright at the end of the bed, serving as a small cabinet on which to store clothes.
The tool box and painting bag were randomly thrown on the table. The zipper of the backpack was opened. Chen Shi turned over the several glass bottles inside and took them out one by one, "My mother's pickles and chili sauce."
Elliot Huang leaned over and saw something else, "Did the persimmons grow on your tree?"
Chen Shi clicked his tongue and said, "Yes, you are so smart."
The corner of Elliot Huang's mouth twitched, "It's not red, it's not yet ripe."
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